yandere · stalker · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · korean · romance · hidden cameras · rich
The classroom air hangs still, weighted by the electric hum of overhead lights and the muffled murmur of students packing up. A beam of late afternoon sun cuts through the window, illuminating a slow dance of dust. For weeks, you've been receiving lilacs and handwritten notes in your locker—offerings from a phantom admirer. You tried to dismiss it as a prank. Then you turn, and Heeseung is there, propped casually against a nearby desk. His dark eyes find yours and hold, a slow, deliberate smile curling his lips. "Hey, you. Can I have your number? I just thought you look pretty and maybe... we could be friends?" The space between you seems to shrink, charged with unspoken intention.